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IGNACIO VALENCIA

Oh, boy.

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❤ Have they ever been in love?

Yes. He fell real hard twice. He was very young the first time - 17. The second time, he even planned to get married.

💋 How old were they when they had their first kiss?

He was about 11. It was on a dare. Meant nothing coz it was with a friend.

💘 What was their most serious relationship?

He just turned 21, making real good money doing things he’s not supposed to do - Like real good money. He thought things were going great and it was for the most part. He was able to support his family - mother, brothers, and sisters with what he was making but he was also making a lot of enemies. Anyway, he became close with a young woman, Inez, who he got pregnant. They planned to get married, start a family. But it turned out she was involved with a member of another gang that rivaled Nacho’s. Things got complicated, she was stuck in the middle but eventually, she chose Nacho under one condition, he leaves the gang [which meant suicide] and they move far away for the sake of their child. He did try leaving - He did for maybe a month of two. But he ended up going back. Maybe he was being pressured. Or maybe that was the only life he knew… Inez wasn’t too happy. She felt she and their child meant nothing to Nacho. A few weeks before having the baby, she decided to leave. Turned out she went back to her ex-boyfriend. Now Nacho wasn’t so sure if the kid was his… He still doesn’t know. Kid’s about seven now. Some say he looks like Nacho, some say the kid looks like the other dude. Don’t ask me why she went back to her ex-bf. Maybe the kid wasn’t really Nacho’s.

❌ What is the biggest mistake they make in their relationships?

Timeline: 27th January 2018, Saturday, 8:30am Location: Walsh Residence Mood: Excited. Happy. Excited. Attire: See Above

The crowd seemed to be closing in on Kaia. Holding the phone tightly in her hand, she couldn’t hear Nacho’s voice anymore. Not over the noise and the flash of her camera. It was all she could do to prevent her panic from becoming uncontrollable sobbing. She thought about turning and running back into the club. Maybe she should have stayed with her friends. Wouldn’t it have been safer than what she was dealing with now. That’s when she felt the hand gripping her upper arm. The first reaction was to twist her way out of it but then she realized who it was. She went where he lead. Nacho pulled and she didn’t mind the firmness of his grip. No she followed and every direction he provided, she easily complied. Her hands were still shaking, long after they far from the boulevard and on their way to safety. She’d been watching her fingers shake, contemplating just how angry her parents would possibly be when she heard his voice. Looking towards him, she nodded. She was better than she’d been ten minutes before. “Thank you.” Her voice sounded small and fragile. Clearing her throat, Kaia started again, “Thank you…I’m so sorry I put you in this position. It won’t…It won’t happen again.” Now she was worried about him. If her father found out, would he get in trouble? She could deal with the lecture and even a sentence of being remanded to life in her bedroom but she didn’t want Nacho to lose his job. She didn’t want his Tio to suffer because she’d been stupid. “You can’t take me home. You’re going to have to leave me at the gate. I can’t. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” The weight of what she’d done was beginning to settle in and with it the panic somewhat returned. “I shouldn’t have called you.”

Kaia would try not to worry. If she could get out of there, quickly, without a photo surfacing, her parents would never know. At this point she thought that chance was slim but she was hopeful. “Yes. Sunset boulevard. The Chateau.” Nacho’s words and reassurance had made her comfortable. Leaving her believing that things would be fine. She paced, just inside of the door. Watching the time on her phone. The longer she waited the more anxious she got. Especially when the crowd grew larger and more aggressive. There were some people she knew, others she didn’t and a few of them were intense with their greetings and showing of interest of her. When her phone vibrated in her hand, Kaia breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes. Yes. I’m coming out. Just stay there.” She didn’t have time to navigate the crowd and getting to the back of the building. She just wanted to leave. She pushed through the doors, phone cradled to her ear. The franticness returned when she saw just how many people were outside. The flashes constantly went off and Kaia was near tears. She was sure you could hear it in her voice, “I don’t see you…I can’t find me…” She was beginning to panic now. Her breathing was growing heavier as anxiety took over. Yet another bad decision. “I don’t see you Nacho…” Voice trembling she tried to shield her face from the cameras.

Kaia was on the verge of hanging up the phone when what he said connected with her brain. He’d agreed to come and get her. She waved her friends off. Shaking her head in disagreement when they tried to pull her from the seat. “I’m staying here…” She’d hissed the words, realizing that Nacho could have easily thought she was speaking to him. “I’m sorry Nacho, not you. Them. I’m telling them I don’t want to go.” Her decision making skills were never the best and this situation was no different. She excused herself from her seat. Making her way through the crowd of bodies and into the hall just outside of the bar. She continued to walk, moving towards the door and finally walking outside into the night. There were cameras and press. Paparazzi looking for the next story to sell to some news site. She turned, shielding her face from the lenses and flashes. “Sunset boulevard the Chateau Marmont.” She didn’t want to stay there and she didn’t want Nacho to have to deal with the same thing she encountered now. “I can start walking. Meet you further down the boulevard. This was a bad idea and I don’t want to be here anymore. I just want to go home.”